Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for April 12, 2020

And we know Arlo isn’t maturing. Probably thinking about all he stands to lose.

Well, his heart’s often in his throat when he says it.

My husband came to me the other night and apologized for any bad thing he has done or said over 40 years, and told me how much he loves me. I’m like “okay.” “I love you too.” Neither of us are sick and I go for groceries and prescriptions once a week. Take care of each other! We will get through this!

I wuv oo is what we said.

Serious times.

“No sugar tonight in my coffee … " – Randy Bachman, Canadian musical monster, c. 1970

Arlo wubbed her the wrong way.

It doesn’t matter how you say it, you can NEVER say it often enough.

Cheep beep beep…secret mouse code for “I love you.” Ohhh, the crazy, silly, insane things we do, when we are deliriously in young love.

I wub em bof! ;o)

Arlo, keep you mouth shut and do NOT pick up that shovel and start on that hole again.

“I wub oo.” To paraphrase Robin Williams in “Good Will Hunting,” that’s part of the private things that are the glue of a great marriage.

First time he said it without his mouth full of crackers?

I thought they were self isolating. The closest my husband and I are getting is across the dinner table from each other. Reason? Our friend in NYC got the Coronavirus, self isolated in a room in the apartment and his wife never did get it. Hoping for the best for everybody.

what?

Only when he has his head nestled in her cleavage.

SPREAD THE WORD, NOT THE VIRUS

Perhaps Arlo is finally growing up.

This chick complains about every thing. She needs to be happy that she has a loving man that adores the very draws she wear. I am sick of her attitude.

Step it up, Arlo, She needs some flowers or night out.

“You’re schmoopie!” “No, you’re schmoopie!” “Everybody’s schmoopie.”

Gotta get it right or it won’t “take!”